Contractual Obligations: Part 1

Just a tiny bit of demon fun! Straight to the point smut, but not completely heartless. I ended up feeling a lot of simpatico for Arsa over the course of writing this, and have a couple ideas for her future already.

Grace spares her not a moment. Stepping precisely backwards, she extends a hand, blindly searching for the desk behind her. When she finds it, she stops, straightens her poses, and begins the arduous process of drawing her absurdly tight skirt up to her waist. “I said…” Her hips shift this way and that, gaining an inch here, an inch there, exposing bit by bit, her robust, sculpted thighs to Arsa’s rapacious eyes. “On your knees.”

Arsa sets her hands against her hips, standing proud, despite the tenuous circumstance and the treacherous erection so pointedly blaring her true feelings to the room. “I don’t know what you think is going to happen, but Arsa, Seven Hundred and Sixth of her line, does not… does not—”